Greg felt strangely satisfied at seein Sherlock blush as well. He usually didn't seem to be fazed by anything. He was almost daily being accused of having a thing going on with John and most of the time he didn't say anything about it, not denying it either. Though John always made sure to correct that. John. Maybe he would be able to handle this better. But Greg wasn't going to call him when Sherlock had already told him he didn't want John there. Greg guesses the man would've preferred for noone to have seen him like this. Understandably so, but he was glad he had been there from the start, because the thought of Sherlock having to take this on by himself was unbearable.
And it seemed he had gotten a little closer to getting over it. Because he had actually admitted to him he was feeling terrible. And that was the first step to getting beter, right?
Greg looked back at Sherlock, keeping their gazes locked and then nodded shortly in recognition. He wasn't going to comment on it or anything, he didn't wan't to make him pull back again.
"I'll order some soup for you, alright?" He should be able to keep that much down for the time being. "Any preferences?" he added, standing in the doorway and running a hand through his sleep-rumbled hair.